Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2009 10:53:52 -0500
From: J B
Subject: Zac Gets a Little Wayne
Disclaimer: Please note this story is fiction and doens not imply the
sexuality of the character's involved.
If you feel uncomfortable reading about or are not of age to read
about erotic homosexual fiction then please do not continue.
Zac Gets a Lil Wayne
by J.B. Murnau
Glimmers of riding bikes after spring storms with twelve year old
friends surfaced in Zac Efron's mind, the gin in consumption and visions of
the night rain pelting asphalt just outside the Viper Room. While pondering
the absolute uselessness of flat tonic and the flaws of British Colonialism
his perfect blue eyes spotted a bit of commotion entering the sanctum of
the VIP backroom, previously occupied by only himself and a few performers.
He felt a nervous twitch in his five hundred dollar jeans as he watched a
Zulu jewel making it's curious way from the door straight to himself like a
haughty laser. Lil Wayne met that Disney trained gaze with a New Orleans
reared raise of the chin.
"I know you." He said holding out a hand to Zac, diamond encrusted apparel
and lean muscle in abundance. "Well, considering how I'm a big fan of
yours, you knowing of me is quite pleasing.", stammered Efron shaking the
hand, terribly unsure of his words. "By the end of tonight, I might know
you, in the biblical sense I mean. Bet you'd find that pleasin' too."
Before Efron could respond to the rather Victorian come on, Wayne
had made his quick exodus to the bar. Efron turned away to look again out
the window, his deep confusion coming down hard and heavy like the rain.
He'd heard of celebrities, male and female, hooking up with wild whimsy and
their careers living through it. Though being a heart throb of his caliber
and cleanly type put him in the position of not being quite so agile in the
gay realm. Not nearly as well positioned as he'd love to endure. He sat
down his glass, feeling swift shiftings in his groin coming on. Escape
seemed cowardly but also equitable, his eyes looking for the quickest
path. Thats when he felt the tug of destiny, a hand moving across his ass
both strong and tender in it's obvious allusion. He turned once more to see
Lil Wayne, a mixed juice drink in hand and the same being thrusted at
Efron.
"Here, drink this." "But I was just..." "Leaving?" "Well..." A hand
found it's way to Efron's hip, he could feel his pants getting a bit
tighter with this contact. "Nah, stick the fuck around man. You'll like
this drink." Efron sipped it up through a straw, a perfect mix of sweet
pineapple juice and high-end gin meeting his tongue. He looked up to meet
Lil Wayne's hungry wolf eyes, the tip of his tongue sliding across his full
lips. "It tastes really good, although I'm not sure I would ever order gin
and juice." "A mistake you can now recitfy and avoid making in the
future." "Isn't it a hip-hop thing, the gin and juice drink?" "Fuck, I
wouldn't know."
They both laughed and that hazy soap opera-esque flashback effect
seemed to pass over them, the night picking them up by their collars and
dragging them through both mine-fields and lusty beaches of conversation.
Every point of their prospective business and sexuality bartered and every
corny joke given charity chuckles. All of it so fast that neither would
remember much later as far as words were considered. Coherency came
stumbling like an elderly titan, with a thunderclap they were in the back
of a limo all alone save for one another. The vehicle was moving but not as
quickly as their young hands, clothing realized as an obstacle for the
fingers as lips were barrier to the tongue. Buttons were lost to the
ravenous jerk to see more, always more, zippers lowered so as to explore
that which fiend paparazzi called their Godhead. Yet, even in these sex
plateau with shimmerings stretching outward toward all the heavenly
spectacles there came a sweeping darkness, it came howling of too many
drinks and not nearly enough pacing.
Zac came out of the abyss to what he instantly recognized as warmth
and wetness swirling around his sensitive pink asshole, his breath
scratching out of his throat like a jaguar. Quickly reconizing his
surroundings as his own bedroom his eyes then rolled into the back of his
head, strong hands parting his beautiful ass cheeks to delve deeper with a
tongue most experienced with fellatio, cunnilingus, and even those orifices
so sumptuous and devious to go without title in their oratory exhibitions.
To help in this endeavour Zac arched his back downward and pushed his ass
back into that which gave him much tonguey tortlings, his moans so full and
breathy. Panting he called out with joy as fingers invaded his ass, sliding
past spit lubed sphincter muscles. He pushed back to these fingers as he
called out for more, all eight inches of his prick being slowly milked to
so much pleasure. He gasped as the fingers withdrew and then moved right
back into the snug harbor, his thick cock jumping in Waynes hand like a
bucking andaconda. Wayne slid his waist and legs beneath Zac slowly, his
own rather buxom penis finding it's way to Mr. Efron's pretty and parted
lips. After much work and patience, all difficult considering the constant
and pleasurable anal distractions, Zac found himself capable of swallowing
most of Wayne's eleven inched girth.
"You filthy bitch, polish my cock like the proslut we both know you are. I
want it nice and dripping with your spit when I put it up this fine ass you
got here."
This proposition of sodomy only encouraged the cockfiend in young
Zac, who's head bobbed up and down rapidly and with obvious hunger for the
big black dick hanging from above and in his mouth. The fingers and tongue
moved rapidly in out of Zac's ass, always exchanging positions and
thrusting as his poor aching cock pulsed in Wayne's ever shifting palm. A
hard slap and then another found their laughing way across Zac's butt
cheeks as the ebony rapper fucked his mouth like a madman, the red
handprints ringing so nicely across the white muscled flesh. The spitty
slut mouthed Efron licked across the pink delicate mushroom head of dark
uncircumcised dong, a groan spilling forth from Wayne who'd just then grown
too lusty for the mere oral satisfactions. The lyrical maestro withdrew
from the loop they'd created, taking a kneeling stance behind the Disney
adonis still on his hands and knees. Another slap dropped on Efron's rape
hopeful ass, fingers still present as he panted to the kisses upon his neck
and whisperings in his ear.
"Tell me you want this dick, bitch." the hard cock slapped against his sore
but eager ass. "Please fuck me, please, I want you in me so hard and bad!
Please make me your slut!", he yelled half assuming this is what the lusty
rapper wanted to hear, the other thoughts simply being the newly awakened
cumslut in Efron voicing it's true ambition.
Neither of these insanely handsome men had the urge for the games
of resistance and taunting, so wanting and full of the energy to fill one
another. Zac felt the wide head at his moist hole, the pressure so
impending and heavy he was sure he was soon to feel pain but was also sure
it was all well worth it. A hand just above his ass was slowly moving up
his back as he listened to the rain still falling outside, listening to the
heavy breathing, feeling the thick apex pushing it's way into him with
echoes of tearing pain. A grunt came from Wayne's lips as felt the almost
seering hot confines envelope his head and then the whole inch by rock hard
inch, going deeper and deeper as he gripped the boy's perfect hips. Muscled
abdominals draped in black flesh and capitalist obsessed tattoos heaved
with each nerve racked breath, his sweat raining down to the tense boy's
back just below. His eyes focused on his engorged lovegun piercing the
pinkened veil, cutting to his lover's face twisted by the pressures of the
perpetual entrance. White shoulders fell limp as the culmination of being
fully impaled became realized with a slightly trimmed pubic bush being
brushed against his cheeks.
Wayne leaned down and wrapped his fingers through the lush black
hair, pulling Efron's face to the side to give him a taste of his own ass
with a deep kiss. He drew his cock half out of the asshole slowly and then
slammed it home again, Efron's mouth opened with a sharp gasp. This was
repeated again and then again, no time given for the adjustments of such a
rapid invasion nor the heavy force of the fuck. Each time he gasped as the
huge cock barreled in and out of him, each time more and more withdrawn
only to slam it all home again. His blue eyes rolled backwards as he was
quickly broken into this savage fucker, the occasional hard slap finding
his ass cheeks during these first few minutes of wild abandon. Efron's head
was turned to the side once more so that the rappers tongue could pry open
his lips whilst his ass was pillaged so deep. One hand held dominance and
weight over the base of Zac's back and the other gripped his hair and drew
his head back, the fuck growing ever more intense with each thrusting
moment.
Zac grew more aware and active after enduring this for some time,
eventually thrusting his ass back to meet with each manic plunge forward.
He felt cum-heavy balls slapping against his ass, arching his back so that
he might get even more of that fat black cock in his his slutty boy-gash.
"Take it, Zac, take it all." His rock hard cock nuzzled against his tight
abbed stomach, sweat pouring across his pectorials as Wayne kissed his
exposed neck. The moonlight passed between gray clouds and poured through
the bedroom, the somewhat curved, yet no less wonderous Zac Efron bucking
his cock filled ass backwards to meet each thundering thrust of Lil Wayne,
an ebony fuck machine full of the vigor required to fuck all night long.
Zac suddenly clawed forward and flipped lightning quick on his back,
hooking his feet around Wayne's thick waist to pull his fellow close. Again
the hole was filled but to a much deeper extent, the thrust slower and
seemingly more exacting. From this vantage point they explored one
another's body with groping hands and kisses long lasting. Even a few
nipples were tweaked, but mostly on the squealing Efron.
Seeing as how Zac was more engaged at this point, Wayne decided to
take a slightly less active position, lying on his back and allowing the
young actor to ride his cock. Efron slowly rose and fell the length of that
entire black cock, facing away from Wayne so that the rapper could watch
his thick shaft disappear into the boy's ass and then quickly reappear with
each of the vertical gyrations. Beads of semen dripped from Efron's cock
with each mount downward, the head of the massive cock massaging the edges
of his prostate. After a while of this Wayne opted rotating the boy to face
him, that big dick bouncing up and down like a metronome. Each time the
cock arched upwards, a bit of precum flew through the air and landed gently
on Wayne's chest. He knew he was close to filling this boy up with his
seed, that and it wouldn't take a great deal of effort to make Zac blast
his own spectacular load.
"You wanna cum, baby? Huh?" asked the rapper as he ran his fingers down the
sweat drenched abdominals of the stud riding his dick. "Oh please! I wanna
shoot all over you! Are you close?" belted the sweaty Efron, clutching his
rock hard dick in one hand and the back of his head in the other. He
resembled a tired but still fully capable rodeo rider, his ass steadily
clutching that black dick tighter than any man-made vice.
In response Wayne gripped Efron's hips with both of his strong
hands and began to thrust upward at a machine gun rate, an effort to send
them both over the edge at the same time. Efron screamed through curled
lips, his face the mask of ectasy, with the sound of hips slapping ass
spilling throughout the moonlit bedroom. Efron placed both of his hands
behind his head as he felt his balls draw upward, his body going into
pleasure overdrive. As he was seeing stars and blasting squirt after squirt
of his white goo all over the "CASHMONEY" tattooed stomach, Wayne himself
felt Zac's asshole tighten around his cock. He slammed the white boy down
on his cock one last time as it launched load after load of black babies
into that well worked ass. Breathing heavy and working on staying conscious
through the heavy workout and booze still in his system Wayne suddenly felt
quite renewed. This obviously being the effect of looking down to see Zac
Efron's cum leaking asshole facing you whilst the cumslave mouthwashs your
tool for a second act. Or it should be.
Author's Note: This is my first stab at erotica. Except for that note I
once wrote to Jesus of Nazareth when I was six. I tried not to make Lil
Wayne's lexicon absurdly ethnic nor urban, but it came out silly anyway. If
you feel a need to offer suggestions or critique, hastur.servitor@gmail.com